"Do you want to bring home a chamber pot and tenderly care for it every day?" Bo Yeyuan's eyebrows lifted, and he asked bleakly.
Li Qiyu's mouth twitched, what did it have to do with her, and why should she lovingly tend to a chamber pot!
"Should I paint it with your face and wipe it several times a day? It's not impossible..." Li Qiyu's lips curled into a mocking smile, her tongue sharp as always.
"Li! Qi! Yu!"
Later, Li Qiyu picked up a tin of mints from the shelf, shook it, and said, "Bo Yeyuan, are you satisfied with this souvenir? It shares your surname."
Bo Yeyuan agreed reluctantly as if there were no better alternatives...
Li Qiyu really didn't want to waste any more time in the supermarket, walking around in his embrace, buying nothing, she was close to turning into an orangutan on display at the zoo: "Cool and refreshing, just like you, a nice symbolism, huh?"